I've tucked my face in a turtleneck,
it's my comfort,
shielding my face to strangers,
This turtleneck has been my protection,
I love how it envelops me in it wooly texture,
my protection from people that see and judge me.
I hate it when people look and -
belittle me,
But I think I might be the cause of this -
misunderstanding.
I've never known the feeling of being confident,
nor care or encouragement from anyone,
these feelings are foreigners,
or I'm the stranger.
I've never hold my head up,
for I am never taught how to,
I guess with all the 'condescendingness' I never have the chance,
it has caused more harm to me and -
all I see is floor tiles.
I would usually sit in my corner,
looking around,
moving my pupils from one side of the room to another,
It's good to observe sometimes,
you'll know more than constant talk.
I don't know how to approach,
I wait like an obedient child,
I don't know how to talk,
unless spoken to,
I just watch as the world rotates.
Someday I may have the courage to talk,
Someday I may have the will to walk,
Someday I may be able to smile,
Someday I may be able to know appreciation,
but for now I'll sit here and watch.
